Category: Survival

Survival

Survival

Survival is an instinct
Born of necessity 
Protected
at all costs
as you would a child
and like your spirit
it can never be taken
from you
 
It is all you have when
times are dire
Your resourcefulness
when you are without
Your resilience 
when you are knocked down 
It lives and breathes
within you
 
It is always present
yet hangs in your shadows
until you call upon it
and give it life
Your will to survive
paramount
Your kiss of life
Your oxygen

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Just Leave

Just Leave

I am exhausted
Weary of you now
I need to breathe
Somewhere else
Where you are not
spewing your toxicity
 
My head needs calm
and my heart, peace
There is neither
Where you are
I need to find
that safe place
 
To switch off from you
This time forever
So I do not have to
Listen to your 
false accusations
To justify your wrongs
 
Leave, go, get out
were your commands
I heard, I did, I went
Yet you are still unhappy
Your words still come
Hurtful, cruel, indelible
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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The Handmaid’s Tale – A Poem

The Handmaid’s Tale

A realization dawns
The stark reality that
I am merely a possession
A purchased accessory
a commodity, and reminding me
has become your obsession
 
Speechless I retreat
Wounded by your words
so blatantly delivered
Lacking kindness, 
Cruel and meant to sting
Inwardly I shivered
 
As you threaten my livelihood
I consider the repercussions
You will offer no act of contrition 
But continue to wield your power
Indignation unfaltering
You have exercised your volition
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Kindness - WotD
Repercussions - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe - The Handmaid's Tale

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Papa Why?

Papa Why?

Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
 
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
 
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
 
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you 
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Flow - RDP

Dragon - WotD

Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday

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Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s box
there for all to see
Pretty, tied with a bow
and a note for me
If I dared to open
the sky would fall in
all kinds of disaster
A war I could not win
 
Tempting me with
an expensive gift
was his cruel way
after any rift
Replacing an apology
with gaudy trappings
Presented to silence
disguised in wrapping
 
Not this time
It will remain sealed
One less weapon
for him to wield
A gift that will not
keep on giving
Return to sender!
Recipient unforgiving
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 Hélène Vaillant's Photo Prompt - What Do You See

Back in Time

Back in Time


I wanted to believe
that I could travel
back to time past
To escape the pain
and the memories
How long could it last?
 
Itching to be gone
Disappearing
into thin air
Touch the stone
In theory be gone
Without a care
 
Tired of your criticism
Weary now
of the humorless pokes
Drained of energy
I stagger 
My back on the ropes
 
Today is the day
I find myself here
In front of the stone
Concentrating hard
I say goodbye to you and
Back in time I am thrown
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Itching

Critic

Air

Theory

Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Prompt

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Shadow of the Sword

Shadow of the Sword

Scared of the shadows
You take my hand 
and lead me gently
from the darkness 
Still trembling with fear
I hold onto you
Resisting the slight pull
from the invisible harness
 
For reasons unknown
I trust you with my life
No flare sent up
Perhaps this is infatuation
A desire for something
I have never had
Is it your strength of force?
Or is it an adulteration?
 
Are you rescuing me
from the ghosts of my past?
Protecting me from evil
So my life will live with yours
How I wish to forget
what I will leave behind
I fear nothing will be resolved
Locked behind dungeon doors
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


In response to:
Sue Vincent's Weekly Photo Prompt - Write/Photo - Blade

Word Prompts:

Trust

Flare

Reason

Infatuation

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Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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Get Away

Get Away

She became the tired recipient
of his irrational behavior
He’s up, then he’s down
A relationship doomed to failure

Tolerance wearing thin
Her desire to please had waned
She had to get away
and no longer be restrained

Enough is enough
Her dedication there no longer
What won’t kill you
makes you stronger

Not wanting to drink poison
for him this day
She swore to leave
and him she would betray

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Reena’s Weekly Exploration Challenge Week #58

Keywords

  1. Whiner
  2. Patience personified
  3. Pessimist
  4. Testing Times
  5. Doer
  6. Jilted Lover
  7. Circumstantial
  8. Devoted

Reena asked us to pick a minimum of two keywords from the above list and weave a story/poem around them, without using them.  The onus of identifying the keywords is on the writer by using them as a theme or a personality.

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Balancing Act

Balancing Act

Walking a tightrope

Above the minefields

of your existence

I throw caution to the wind

Up here I may fall

A path of least resistance

 

Melancholy thoughts

And depressing actions

Separate us by degrees

Refusing to let go

Clinging to air

I’m an artist of trapeze

 

Remaining in limbo

With no safety net

Patiently waiting

Self-indulgent proclivities

Keep us apart but

My danger liberating

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Grace from dVerse Poets Open Link Night #229

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